under the incendiary blaze of the night sky
the air is not charred
it is clear & smells fresh like night rain
beings gathered around
to watch the blazing sky
it was peaceful
& the next day
there would be calm
everyday after the blaze they noticed they were different. lighter. alive. but walking was over. only floating. life in the ether.
floating takes getting used to. that’s not news. no more loudness.
birds. to move with them. alongside them. as quickly as them. birds.
the dragon really was the visitor. it’s not a dream anymore.
air on fire is iridescent. melted mineral haze. there is a sun. the sun shines blue into eternal pearlescence.
this place is so pretty that if you go here, nothing really has meaning. but for a change this is a good thing. fire skies don’t tell lies.
they feel your body change as the smoke takes shape inside of them.
© Niliema Karkhanis